Padre Rico Hijo Pobre Novels & Stories

Chapter 119 My daughter, first of all, I want to apologize sincerely to you for my awkward behavior towards you and your husband. May my interest is not to disturb you but rather to make you leave well in your old days. I have patiently listened to you and your Prince but there Is one thing that was running out in all his conversation. He doesn’t have a family he is just a street buy. He is a pauper someone who could not even afford to pay his school fees. He is an aimless and complete bastard.

What his father was giving the poor was not enough. He had tried opening it up to his father, but he had never tried to resolve the issue. His father was only focused on resolving issues that involved his son, his power, and the capital. The issues that happen all over the other districts were not being addressed by his father at all. Silas wasn’t stupid, he knew just how bad Cinco was becoming under his father’s administration. Districts were falling apart, businesses were failing, and almost half of their citizens were under the poverty line. It was a mess. The poor were becoming poorer, the rich, richer. Silas had always assumed that maybe it was his father’s doing, the downfall of Cinco.

He looked up from the paper and stared at his escort which just gave the news after he had ordered him to check on his daughter and the young poor boy who had seemed to be the only person getting so close to Ria easily. Brad was the father of Ria and a billionaire who had been into business for years, he had just one daughter and that is Ria, she is just exactly like him, in personality and appearance, he had made wealth and could be ranked one of the most richest and powerful business mogul In the country.. Ria was also taking his steps and becoming as rich as him and that was one thing he couldn't be happy less about, he had trained her into business and won't give her a chance to slack, f

Matienzo Madrigal shouted again before turning to the boy who was said to be his son and then turned to follow Jaxson. Keegan Campbell turned slightly to the mother and noticed the envy in the boy's eyes. As well as the strange grin on the lady's lips as she rolled her eyes around the mansion. “Do you see this house, son? From now on we will live here. The secret your father sends us is no longer enough for us. We don't deserve such treatment, you understand? ” The lady said to her son before he knelt in front of the boy. “Remember this son, you are a Madrigal. And a Madrigal achieves whatever its goal in life is. Because they have money. And now that we are here nothing can stop us. No one.

No matter what he did, it would never be enough. "To my child? He's dying, Dad!" Matias said in disbelief. He wasn't only his father's son, but he also wanted him to inherit everything. That was different from how he treated his other siblings. He was still considered the heir to his father's wealth. "Who said I was referring to your bastard son?" Matias was taken aback. He stared at his father, who was grinning. "What do you mean?" "You were too focused on your past, Matias, that you forgot what and where your true happiness lies." Don Manuel straightened himself. "I just hope you won't regret any of this someday."

"Your mother was already pregnant with you when Dante started to chase another woman around. He had no honor, your father. He wasn't worthy to have Heidi, the same way you are not worthy to have Lily!" "You are an idiot!" Ricardo snapped suddenly, and his words amused me. Of all of the names I had been called by Ricardo, being called an idiot was the most funny. Ricardo was more deranged than I thought. "Do you really think that is how the world works?" He asked with narrowed eyes. "That the good men get the good things, while the bad men get nothing? You claim to be a mafia man, and yet you're the most stupid of us all!" "I am not stupid, Ricardo," I replied calmly, trying to fight my amuse

" I bit my lower lip and they laid down the check with no place, just a signature. "Do we need to put some pressure on you so you can eat the money we gave you?" Mrs. Montezur said, but we were stunned by my mom's food at the table, reading the check, and my mother looked at the couple. "I didn't know that there was a rich man like you, I didn't have the right to question your child raising a way, but you are the reflection of how you cultivate the child, and even That's billions, my son won't accept your money." Mama said and walked behind Papa.

“ Please, take care of her. She was never my daughter to start with because I didn't give her the love and support. Be a very good…… “ Ricardo cuts in immediately with anger written all over him " shut the fuck up. How dare you lecture me on how to treat my child? You couldn't even be a good son, not even a responsible husband, not even a good brother and you think you can be a good father? “ " You were given so many chances but your greed took the better part of you. At this point I doubt if you were even good to yourself “ " At least, you should have been good to my mom. She gave you life “ Ricardo slowly wiped his tears and he walks away.

She had been fourteen when her father sold her future. The debt wasn’t spoken of in detail, but whispers floated through their narrow streets. Her father, Miguel Rivera, had borrowed heavily from a wealthy landowner, a man whose hands were already stained with too many lives. Don Isandro was his name older than her grandfather, with wives scattered across houses like trophies, children who barely knew each other’s names. The night her father told her, Elena remembered the way the lamplight trembled against the cracked plaster walls. His face looked older than it should have, his shoulders slumped under burdens she couldn’t yet understand.

I looked at Dave and asked him. “Your dad is a billionaire?” I said surprised, that would explain the place we were at last night. He looked at me, his eyes full of sorrow. He closed his eyes and opened them, then nodded his head, “My dad was a billionaire”. I felt pity for him and his dad but there was no way I could help. “Now listen, young man, you cannot have Diana anymore, even if you both have the same alphabet starting your name. Poverty is real.” Dad cleared his throat as I looked at him with my mouth wide open.